I don't know what my mother did wrong when she was raising me, but I have a deep desire to be humiliated. One woman I hired actually commented that I must have had a bad childhood. I mean I was raised by a single mom, but she gave me attention, bought me school clothes, I always had everything I wanted for Christmas and Birthdays and had a good handful of friends. I think maybe Pig Boy makes me feel like I'm getting my rightful punishment from being born in the first place. Sorry, Pig Boy is my alter ego. Basically, Pig Boy walks around on all fours and has hooves. He likes to be gagged and have lighters put up to his skin when he misbehaves like he is being roasted. When he's bad it is important to say, "You're trash Pig Boy, go eat your dirt!" or "Go roll in trash, you filthy Pig Boy!"
Some people enjoy long walks on the beach, Pig Boy likes to put on a diaper and to be administered spankings with a two by four. Others enjoy sitting by a fire listening to John Lennon's "Imagine", Pig Boy likes to be gagged with an apple, kicked in the ass and called "A sissy hog". My point is, to each his own and Pig Boy's own is being called "Bacon dick" and getting his face sat on under a couch cushion. Pig Boy would be delighted to be your own personal banquet of punishment for pleasure, can I pass along the message you will be in attendance?